Washington Capitals Love Triangle

Chapter 1-A New Day

Mika's POV:

I walked through the doors on the top floor, once I opened them I felt a stinging breeze coming from inside....I thought to myself, I could get used to this view.

Today is my first day at work at Kettler for the Washington Capitals. I am fresh out of college and came across an opportunity to work with the best in the field of athletic training. This has been my dream since I was little. I love sports so much that I didn't want to let it go, so I took the initiative and applied for the job. Right now I'm just an intern but hopefully I will be able to get to the top.

Wilson's POV:

I walk in through the parking lot and headed straight for the locker room. I wanted to be the first on the ice for practice since I'm the new guy on the team. Moving down here has been a bit difficult. I miss my family mostly and my friends playing in the AHL.

I noticed that no one was there except the front desk people. I think their names were Jake and Mike or someone like that, like I said, I'm new.

I turned and went through the doors leading into the second rink where we have our practices.

Mika's POV:

I looked up from my phone and saw a really tall, muscular, handsome guy with a hockey bag. I haven't seen him before since I know most of the players. But other than that I walk straight towards the locker rooms to go see my boss. His name was Tim but I have heard a lot about him from other workers.

I walk into his office with my phone in one hand and my Starbucks in another. I dressed for the part too. Haha not the typical suit everyday look. Today I went with yoga pants, sneakers, and a Capitals jacket with my lanyard ID card. I can't lie, I feel so official.

"Hi Tim, it's nice to meet you, I'm Mika"

He said, " Hi, how are you? So are you ready for your first day?"
The first question seemed rhetorical so I said "yes sir I am, just tell me where to go and I'll go."

He gave me directions to the locker room since the athletic training office is inside it. This is going to be hard when the guys are in there. Also, one of the reasons I wanted to come early.

I opened the door assuming no one was inside but lucky me, the cute guy was sitting right there in his stall getting dressed. I quickly shielded my eyes even though he was dressed but I felt it was only right.
"You know it's okay, I'm dressed" he said.
"Okay". I can't believe that's all I said to this man. He was so cute that I couldn't even speak to him. A little arrogant but whatever.
I walked past him in a hurry to walk into an office full of other older men, probably the athletic trainers.

"Good morning" they all said. I responded with the same reply.

They showed me around the "office" since it consist of tables with supplies and beds for treating the players. They gave me my assignment for today and it was to watch practice. Did I mention that I have to be able to skate when needed. Now this is going to be interesting. I know how to skate but I always skated with figure skates and not hockey ones. I can get around, just not with a lot of fancy footwork.

The trainers actually gave me my own stall to keep all my stuff in including a duffel bag full of work clothes that included capitals paraphernalia and skates. They told me to look around so I won't get lost. I swear these hallways are endless.

Wilson's POV:

I saw her walk in the locker room, hand covering half her face away from me. Was there something wrong with me? I got the courage to tell her that I was fully dressed but she just said okay and scurried off to the athletic office. I wonder if she is the new intern that I heard about. I get my skates on and my jersey and head for the ice. Our practices are free to the public so I always see the regular fans that usually come for the hockey practice.

I grab my stick, gloves, and helmet and head for the ice. But, right when I turned the corner, I literally walked right into the new intern. She turned around to apologize at the same time I did and I noticed her beautiful golden brown eyes that held with mine. She was about 5"3' which came up to my chest since I'm 6"4'. No matter, she was cute with her brown curly hair flowing down her back. She picked up the gloves I dropped and gave them to me. I said thank you then we went our separate ways down the hall. After that encounter, I need to know her name.